Thud…
The door was gently closed.
The girl’s steady, childish voice vanished from the room. Amid the dead silence, it seemed to make the place even darker, with only the cold moonlight from the window providing a faint, dim glow.
Shiluo forced herself up, enduring the intense pain all over her body as she shakily stood from the ground.
She looked at Cassia, who had been sitting on the bed the whole time, the vigilance and hostility in her eyes not diminishing in the slightest.
She spoke, her voice trembling slightly as she called out a name.
“Cassia… ‘Purge Queen’ Cassia Fironiya, it’s you, isn’t it.”
Dead silence spread through the room.
Shiluo’s voice was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, not stirring even a single ripple.
By the window, the silver-haired vampire’s back remained motionless, moonlight still quietly flowing over her. She didn’t even bother to respond, her calm blood-red eyes gazing outside, as if searching for something.
Shiluo gritted her teeth and continued in a tone filled with hostility and resentment.
“I… absolutely won’t mistake you! No… as long as it’s a normal human, no one could mistake you! The former Vampire Queen! The culprit who launched the Great Purge, slaughtered countless humans, and caused the entire world to become this shattered mess!”
Her heart pounded fiercely from fear and excitement, because this was the first time she had come so close to this once-dreaded destroyer of civilization.
“A few years ago, they said the former Queen Cassia was defeated by the new Vampire Queen, her head severed, her flesh mashed and fed to the blood beasts outside…
“…But why… why are you here!”
Shiluo’s voice warped slightly from her heightened emotions, carrying an incredulous sense of absurdity and suppressed anger.
“You’re hiding here! Like a… like a shadowy rat! Hiding in this darkness.” She staggered forward a step, ignoring the tearing pain in her wounds, her expression twisted with rage.
“How dare you?!” she hissed in a low roar, her voice echoing in the dilapidated room.
“How dare you still be alive?! How dare you breathe this air you’ve defiled?!”
However, in the face of such intense questioning, what responded to her was still boundless dead silence.
Cassia didn’t even change her posture; she just quietly gazed out the window, but her vacant blood-red eyes seemed to catch something, faintly glowing.
Reflected in her pupils was Sylvie’s figure… she had just gone downstairs, looking around as if confirming no one was nearby, then put on her cloak and quickly left.
Heading toward a direction in the Western District…
Cassia’s eyes unconsciously followed that small figure below until she completely disappeared around the corner. Only then did she close her eyes and withdraw her gaze.
She looked at Shiluo’s twisted face.
“Finished?” Her voice was cold and indifferent.
“I…” Shiluo opened her mouth, her throat dry, all her angry accusations stuck there. The other’s almost eerie calm made her feel like a clown.
Cassia didn’t give her a chance to reorganize her words.
She slowly turned her head, looking again toward the direction outside the window where Sylvie had disappeared.
“She’s noisy, but you… are even noisier.”
“Now… take your useless human emotions, stay in your corner, and slowly rot… Don’t disturb me.”
…………….
Many times, so many times, whenever Sylvie passed by those vampire residences, she couldn’t help but feel envy and longing in her heart.
Warm… spacious…
How wonderful it would be if Nia and the others could live in these houses.
No need to squeeze onto a hard stone bed anymore, no need to push a moldy piece of bread back and forth, no need to shiver in Eternal Night City’s biting cold wind.
…A place where they could close their eyes in peace.
In front of the door of an exquisite house, Sylvie stood there blankly. She took a deep breath, then reached out and lightly knocked on the wooden door.
Knock knock knock…
Inside the house, there was no movement.
Just as Sylvie was about to knock again, she heard a muffled, subtle footsteps from behind the door, like bare feet stepping on the wooden floor.
Click…
When the door had just opened, not yet enough to glimpse the person inside, a rich, dizzying scent of Utia’s body fragrance assaulted her first, mixed with the faint blood scent that never left any vampire.
“Lady Utia, Sylvie… has arrived.”
The door was fully pulled open.
Utia leaned against the doorframe, wearing only a deep red nightgown, loosely draped, revealing large expanses of pale, delicate skin.
Her silver long hair cascaded like a waterfall over her shoulders, her blood-red eyes like two bottomless pools of blood in the dim indoor light.
At this moment, they were appraising the docile Sylvie at the door from head to toe, with undisguised amusement and a hint of satisfaction and laziness.
That cloyingly sweet body fragrance mixed with the faint rusty tang of fresh blood almost drowned Sylvie.
“Ah~ I didn’t expect you to really dare come.” Utia’s voice drawled out the tone.
Sylvie’s expression remained numb as always, just silently standing there, allowing Utia’s scorching gaze to sweep over her.
She reached out, her ice-cold fingertips teasingly stroking Sylvie’s cheek.
She deliberately lowered her voice, her eyes narrowing, asking meaningfully.
“Why the stiff face? You’re born so pretty~ Maybe learning to smile a bit could bring unexpected good luck, you know.”
“…Sylvie has always been like this.” She replied blandly.
“Is that so, hehe… Do you know why sister called you here?”
“…What you want is written clearly on your face; do you really need to ask again.”
“…To serve.”
These two words came out of Sylvie’s mouth, dry, flat, without any emotion, like routine business.
Utia’s smile deepened, a flash of pleasure in her blood-red eyes.
She didn’t directly comment on Sylvie’s answer, but slowed her tone again and asked.
“Are you angry?”
Sylvie’s fingertips trembled, unconsciously clenching, but she replied.
“No.”
“Lying isn’t good, you know. Sister can smell it, hear it… your heart pounding fiercely, and the hatred in your eyes.”
“…”
Her fingers clenched tighter, but then weakly relaxed again.
“Sylvie… no longer gets ‘angry.'” Her voice was filled with exhaustion and sorrow.
Utia, however, shrugged indifferently.
“Well, although your submissive appearance does make sister unable to stop, making me want to strip you bare right now and ‘eat’ you bit by bit, but…”
She paused, then continued.
“Today, sister called you here for something else.”
She turned, walking into the house, beckoning Sylvie with a finger without looking back.
“Come in. They’re getting impatient.”
“They…?”
Sylvie looked puzzled but still followed into the house. As soon as her front foot stepped in, the door behind her eerily closed on its own, isolating the darkness of Eternal Night City outside.
Utia stood in the center of the room with one hand on her slim waist, a faint smile on her face. Then, she called out lightly.
“Alright, little guys, if you don’t come out, your sister might really get angry.”
Sylvie was even more confused.
“What are you say…”
She started to ask, but from behind her, a small, soft figure darted out from somewhere and pounced fiercely onto her.
A familiar, childish, and extremely excited shout came.
“Sylvie sister!”
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